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"
Geralt
looked
at
the
mansion
built
on
stakes
dug
into
the
bottom
of
the
canal
some
ten
yards
from
the
shore
.
"
I
'm
trying
to
work
out
how
to
get
to
that
islet
,
to
that
waterside
cottage
.
We
'll
probably
have
to
borrow
one
of
those
boats
on
the
quiet
-
"
"
No
need
,
"
said
the
student
of
medicine
.
"
There
's
a
drawbridge
.
"
"
And
how
are
you
going
to
persuade
that
charlatan
to
lower
it
?
Besides
,
there
's
also
the
door
,
and
we
did
n't
bring
a
battering
ram
with
us
"
Leave
it
to
me
.
"
An
enormous
grey
owl
landed
soundlessly
on
the
deck
's
railing
,
fluttered
its
wings
,
ruffled
its
feathers
and
turned
into
Philippa
Eilhart
,
equally
ruffled
and
wet
.
"
What
am
I
doing
here
?
"
the
magician
mumbled
angrily
.
"
What
am
I
doing
here
with
you
,
damn
it
?
Balancing
on
a
wet
bar
...
And
on
the
edge
of
betraying
the
state
.
If
Dijktra
finds
out
I
was
helping
you
...
And
on
top
of
it
all
,
this
endless
drizzle
!
I
hate
flying
in
the
rain
.
Is
this
it
?
This
is
Myhrman
's
house
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
confirmed
Geralt
.
"
Listen
,
Shani
,
we
'll
try
...
"
They
bunched
together
and
started
whispering
,
concealed
in
the
dark
under
the
eaves
of
a
hut
's
reed
roof
.
A
strip
of
light
fell
on
the
water
from
the
tavern
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
canal
.
Singing
,
laughter
and
yelling
resounded
.
Three
bargemen
rolled
out
on
to
the
shore
.
Two
were
arguing
,
tugging
,
shoving
each
other
and
repeatedly
swearing
the
same
curses
to
the
point
of
boredom
.
The
third
,
leaning
against
a
stake
,
was
peeing
into
the
canal
and
whistling
.
He
was
out
of
tune
.
Dong
,
metallically
reverberated
the
iron
sheet
tied
by
a
strap
to
a
pole
by
the
deck
.
Dong
.
